Digest the thorn!
I can't swallow
it again...
it's like a bet
to see what can
break you...
what kind of image
or thought,
would have such
an impact,
that given the immensity
of it,
it destroys the thinker,
I can't live it
without driving
to desolation,
while looking at small
people, it makes me sigh,
that what they see
so far, is trustworthy,
I wished I could
go back somehow,
to see who I was back then,
before all this...
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